Bran Van 3000 Ceci N`est Pas Une Chanson Lyrics

Ceci N`est Pas Une Chanson Lyrics

Some people think little girls should be seen and not heard, but I think HI 

BONDAGE UP YOURS!



Ya this is Bran Van giving a shout out to all the Paris suburbs.

All the London hounds.

All the New York hound dogs.

And the NDG, misguided.



It was the night before New Years Eve.

I had a curious desire for doughnuts.

I dragged my sorry ass to the city of Lavada where she drank from a Tim
Horton抯 

promo cup.

She said, æ?šaris smashed by the toilet, some crack pot smoked holiday,I
tried 

desperately to avoid it but that抯 when she looked my sorry-ass ways.



Say goodbye to your sorry-ass ways.

Say goodbye to your sorry-ass ways.



She said the place where your standing is not even place not for music not even


song.

And the sadness you see come from deep within me, has been your sadness all


along.

So don抰 pretend to be so perfect, I抦 quite intent in my traveling
gear.

What you see is not just a coffee girl, despite of the fact that I抦 not
even 

here. 



It抯 just like a foxfire.



HI BONDAGE UP YOURS!



And the snow fell like crushed aspirin on that catholic holiday.

She looked me sideways like a crooked lawyer; hung over as the one he
played.

So don抰 pretend to be like you are with me because I am, thinking that
there is 

no struggle coming up from the bubble, cuz there is no struggle in your sorry


ass ways.

Oh, say good-bye.

Oh, say good-bye.

Ah, say good-bye to your sorry-ass ways.

Ah, say good-bye to your sorry-ass ways.



I mean where are troubles; ya抣l know what to do.

Spending money cuz I抦 in love with you.

I mean I抦 worth enough trouble ya抣l know what to do.

Spells just like the romance, smells go right to you.



People fly